I was falling asleep in
front of the telly yesterday evening so I took myself off for an
early night. I slept soundly for a couple of hours, and woke shortly
after 1 a.m. feeling like death warmed up. I then saw every hour of
the night, finally giving up and getting up at 5.30 a.m. It's now
dark when I get up at 5.30 a.m., and I must admit to finding that to
be vaguely depressing.
I got up; I pootled for a
bit, and set of to work. A couple of days ago I mentioned that I've
developed a tendency to mope. I moped today. The last few days have
been really good; astro club, a walk and picnic with friends,
fireworks, family barbecue, engagement party. Today wasn't
particularly bad in any way. It just wasn't as good as recent days,
and so (on days like this) I mope. I know I shouldn't. Things
could be a lot worse. I was reminded of this in an email
correspondence I had today with an old school friend who was asking
if I'd had any luck contacting a mutual friend (who formed the
subject of a blog entry from a few months ago) who recently got
sentenced to five years for fraud. In our correspondence I heard of
another mutual friend who's had to take very early retirement through
ill health.
I might be sulking that
it's a sunny day outside, and I might be sulking that the sun will
set before I leave the building. But I have a lot less to sulk about
than some people have.
I did my bit, glossing
over the fact that today marks a year since my transfer to
Canterbury, and then came home via Steve and Sarah. I'd left the
astro club banners in my car, and they will be loading up all the
astro kit for Challock Goose Fair soon and so will need the banners.
I've also lent them my cooking hammer. I hope they appreciate the
honour; I don't lend out my cooking hammer lightly....
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